Revenge

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 22; the twenty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Writer's Note: Here I have attempted a fusion of 4 poetry forms : ballad, rondel, triolet and vilanelle. I was inspired by a prompt in One stop Poetry to post a poem based on a myth or story. Could not post in time for that one but I managed one here. I am not sure if this is the right forum for poetry. My earlier poem on Blog-a-Ton 'The Fool' was not too well received. But for a long time I have been having an itch to retell a story I had read long time back in school. It is by a Russian author. Can't remember which one. It is the tale of a young man accused of a murder commited by someone else. He is jailed and foresaken by even his near and dear. The story goes on to relate his reaction when the real murderer lands up in the same prison for a minor crime and our protaganist is the only witness of his escape attempt. It coincided well with this time's blog-a-ton theme of the month and here I am with a poem again on my 11th attempt here. I have tried to capture the protaganist's emotions through the three poems. The first one is a rondel, the second one a triolet and the third one a vilanelle. All 3 are French poetry forms. Also I have tried to maintain a pentameter (10 syllables) in every line. Ideally they should be iambic as well (Alternate short and long syllables). But I am not too great with English pronounciation having learnt my English mostly from reading and very little listening. So it is iambic if pronounced the way I do it. You can check out about all the four poetry forms at One Stop Poetry. This site has been agreat source of knowledge and inspiration for me. Unfortunately they are stopping their weekly feature from this week. But still the archives will be up I beleive. Do let me know what you think of my attempt.

Hunger for revenge

My beautiful life was stolen by him

His destruction my life’s only purpose

In jail spent I years most precious

The injustice of it has made me grim

For a wicked deed committed by him

Was I accused of crime cold and callous

My beautiful life was stolen by him

His destruction my life’s only purpose

A smart and merry lad, handsome and trim

No care in life, rich and industrious

A wife pretty, well read and gracious

Fortune had my life filled full to the brim

My beautiful life was stolen by him

Revenge served on a platter

This is the day for which I have waited

His fate has been handed into my hand

The hole under the wall I have sighted

This is the day for which I have waited

If the jailer were told what he wanted

to do, then would he in deep trouble land

This is the day for which I have waited

His fate has been handed into my hand

Taste of Revenge

My soul has burnt in life’s hot red furnace

In his utter ruin and destruction

Finally have I found source of solace

When the jailer disposes of his case

Like me, will he spend life in detention

My soul has burnt in life’s hot red furnace

I long to see the despair on his face

Sweet vengeance will give me satisfaction

Finally have I found source of solace

But will his plight my tales of woe erase?

Can I regain my life’s lost perfection?

My soul has burnt in life’s hot red furnace.

Forgiveness can only my woes efface

Bitter vengeance is no retribution

Finally have I found source of solace

Through suffering does one gain divine grace

This was my rite of purification

My soul has burnt in life’s hot red furnace

Finally have I found source of solace

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